By M.A. Ramachandran
So much goodness in me was lost forever in my awkwardness of threading a needle as I was growing up. In those rainy days long gone when the hills were in fog and I was delirious in love I never knew the art of it. Facing, linings, hems and seams of love in my dream was gone, leaving no trace behind. If somebody in my absence fixed a broken button of that blue cotton shirt of mine I ever loved -- it was the love I ever dreamed. Placing the thread between teeth and sweeping it through the needle was the first lesson I ever missed. The torn jeans and faded shirts in my room after the long journey. Though it is too late for everything, nothing is ever late for anything. I ought to stitch the torn ones and sew their broken buttons.
M.A. Ramachandran is a poet currently based in Kozhikode. He writes under his pseudonym Tekisui RC as well. Ramachandran’s poems have appeared in various journals and anthologies. Apart from poetry he is interested in farming, travelling and in the works of master filmmakers. He finds a little money for living by occasional teaching.